pelafina

Grey cats and movies that are full of torture fill the void.

When the suns so hot I'm frying, and I have to work in a social hell. I
try to think of things outside of this.

No amount of extra cirrucluar activies consume my headspace like the one
thing I cannot see.


Metophore is confusing to those who involve themselfs.

Maybe this means nothing, maybe it means I want to punch you face in...

...maybe it means I miss you. Depending on who "you" are.


Funny, not funny ha ha though



(P.S. I'm in love with "your" writing, can I marry it?)
*n